Since the fall of Man and the return of Magery and our older ways, most disputes were settled in a civilized manner: sword to the face, mace to the neck, acceptable societal situational handlers
Still, the car started, so we drove off to the movies. Popcorn happened. Previews, ads, and an annoying kid all went down like clockwork. The picture started and then ended a while later, the world unchanged by its passing.
A single thought, he considered, could do all sorts of harm. Harm to what, he wasn't sure, but he identified it as harm.
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
Saying something is far too simple is a doubter's way or trying to make the world more complex so he won't have answers.
He wasn't anti-gun really he just wasn't pro-being-shot-at.